Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.